The problem? The problem is me and I don't fully want to
admit that it's all my fault. A lot for one person to take and
knowing that I've caused most of it. I'm the problem because I
worry about things that have been done and are yet to come
because I get scared of what's to go. I'm the problem because I
drag this out too long and make them bigger than they need to be.
I'm the problem because of how I want things to be, I want things
to stay the way they are and don't want to change. I've had
enough change and would like this to go the same way. I'm the
problem because I cause fights because I try to make things
better at least how I see it and I make them worse. I'm the
problem because I'm me and I have to find a way to fix myself and
not be the problem anymore.
My brother posted a video of me singing in the shower
I'm so Em-Bare-Assed.
Was also more Em-Bare-As-Sing due to my horrible singing.. :c
But then I looked in the mirror and ralized I was was really
His pupils were dilated, absorbing half of the ocean I knew they
They said he never spoke to anyone, but he spoke to me. The
rolled off his tongue, like waves retreating back down the shore.
eyes were trained on my lips, transfixed at the chaos pouring from
mouth. Who knew a trainwreck could fit inside a human form? I bet
that I would do worse, and made myself a liar. I regretted it like
gripped a thorny rose, until I saw his smile.
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